There was a long ice ladder winding under the Snow Mountain Ice Palace, and Su Qingwei was slowly climbing this ice ladder at this time.

Not only her, but every monk who entered the Sword Pavilion fell into the corresponding illusion, and everyone had a different situation.

At this time, in the main hall on the top of Shumen Mountain, Elder Shumen and some other elders who came to lead the team condensed a huge water mirror in front of them, and the disciples in various illusion realms were scattered inside.

"The Three Thousand Illusions of the Sword Pavilion have only opened a very small part, which is enough for them." It was an elder of Shumen who spoke.

The rest of them all nodded, their eyes reluctant to blink at the disciples of their own sect, occasionally discussing the performance of the disciples.

And beyond the three thousand illusions in the depths of the Sword Pavilion, there is a huge sword tower. The reason why it is called the sword tower is because the entire tower is composed of dense spirit swords, each sword exudes a palpitating majesty, and the sword body is also glowing with various colors. Countless spirit swords formed a splendid and colorful beautiful sword tower, but it exuded a majesty that made the hearts of the Yuan Infant Monks palpitate.

And at the top of this sword tower is a spirit sword about three feet long. This spirit sword is transparent all over its body, and it doesn't have any palpitating power. However, none of the dozens of powerful spirit swords under it dared to approach it, and their respective sword spirits all exuded a soft aura, faintly respectful and flattering.

However, this spirit sword did not react at all, as if it was asleep.

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Su Qingwei had been climbing on the ice ladder for a full hour, but she found that the distance of the ice palace did not seem to have shortened, and it was still that long.

Something is not right! She frowned, stopped, and stopped climbing.

It stands to reason that after climbing for an hour, it should be closer to the Ice Palace, but it doesn't seem to be.

"Isn't that the right way to go?" Su Qingwei muttered to herself, this seems to be the staircase leading to the palace is actually just a disguise?

She looked around, and beyond the ice stairs was a snow-covered mountain.

"Try it!" She raised her feet and stepped out, and after a dozen steps, she knew that she had guessed correctly, and the appearance of the ice palace on the top of the mountain was a little clearer.

If you want to climb to the top, you still have to work hard to climb it, rather than take the road that your predecessors have walked. If you just go forward, you will never be able to reach the peak of cultivation.

At this moment, Su Qingwei suddenly had this kind of realization, and her mood improved by a big step.

It's just that she still has some regrets, she still doesn't know which kind of avenue she should take on the Three Thousand Avenue.

Shaking her head, she climbed up again. The snowy mountain road was slippery, and she could only climb with her hands and feet, and every step was very difficult.

Suddenly, a terrible wail rang in her ears. Su Qingwei looked at it, and not far from her, there was a snow-white bird that was lying on the ground and couldn't fly, its wings had been wet by the wind and snow.

The little bird's wet eyes were full of pleading, and Su Qingwei couldn't help but pick up the little bird and put it into the sleeve of her clothes. Then she continued to climb if it was the avenue. Then she believes that the avenue also has love.

However, just a moment later, she ran into one after another small animals that had been frozen and snowed. There are bunnies, there are baby squirrels, and even an ermine. And she couldn't fit these little animals in her sleeve anymore.

But the eyes of these little creatures were full of pleading, even if she knew that she was in a fantasy, but if she abandoned them without her eyes, she would be a little unbearable.